Right on Target

7-006 tried his best to escape. He hugged Xie Zhenshu's waist, stepped on the debris on the ground, and dragged him out. Xie Zhenshu's back was injured, and his breathing was sluggish during the dragging, but he didn't cry out in pain.

"Damn it," 7-006 gritted his teeth and forcefully said, "Why are you so tall...so heavy..."

The Nocturnal Girl is like a smashed clock, with parts flying everywhere. The steel blade legs that it flew out were nailed to the room in disorder, and a broken blade was piercing into Xie Zhenshu's back.

7-006 couldn't easily turn over the book of thanks for the pillow, and was afraid that it would be hard to pull out the broken blade, so he had to hug his waist like this, walk sideways in an extremely inconvenient position, and said, "Wake up... thank you for the pillow book. going to run."

Xie Zhenshu was half awake from the pain, and heard 7-006 panting in his ear. He curled up his index finger and hooked 7-006's cuff, as if to respond to this sentence.

7-006 wanted to lift Xie Pillow Book horizontally, but due to the difference in size between the two, he couldn't do it, so he could only try his best to lift Xie Pillow Book up. Passing his hand over Xie Zhenshu's back, he felt that there was more and more blood flowing there, and his shirt was already wet with blood.

The door was badly damaged, and there was a burning smell.

7-006's arms were heavy, and he finally dragged the Xie Pillow Book to the door, and heard the sound of tongues flicking in the scattered piles of straw paper. He pushed aside the wrinkled straw paper with his feet, and found that the head had been blasted so that only the mouth remained. Just this mouth, still muttering words.

"Call...to defend the mansion..."

The scene was horrible, and 7-006 pushed back the straw paper with his feet, covering it. His head hit his teeth with a "click", and he was still caught in a burst of calls that were ignored.

7-006 went up the steps, scooped and hugged all the way, and finally brought Xie Zhenshu to the first floor. The living room was in a mess, and the nocturnal girl ran amok here just now, not only knocking down the shelf, but also knocking down the floor lamp that looked like a soldier.

7-006 pulled down the Xie pillow book and hooked his hand on his cuff, and put the person on the side of the tea table, so that Xie pillow book had a place to lean on its side so that it would not slip to the ground. He then rummaged through drawers in the living room and found a home medical kit.

36810 lives here, so it's not surprising that there are such things. In addition to some commonly used medicines, there are also tweezers in the medical box.

7-006 went back to the tea table and touched Xie Zhenshu's back waist, where there was an A20 holster. He knew that the A20 holsters issued by the special forces on the southern front usually contained emergency hemostatic patches and energy bars so that the team members could deal with emergencies, so he removed Xie Zhenshu's holster. Sure enough, there really was an emergency hemostatic patch inside.

Suddenly, Xie Zhenshu held 7-006's arm. 7-006 almost thought he was awake, tilted his head and looked at him, and saw that although he seemed to be aware, but he was not yet fully awake, he was relieved and coaxed: "I haven't run away yet. In this case, let go first, I will come hug you."

Xie Zhenshu is very coaxing, listening to these two words, the fingers gradually loosen.

7-006 tore off the shirt at the middle blade, saw that the wound was deep, and said, "I'll use tweezers to pull it out for you first, and then use a hemostatic patch. Don't move around."

Fortunately, there were no barbs on the residual blade, so the extraction was relatively smooth. The wound was deep but narrow and did not require sutures. 7-006 first sterilized the wound, and then applied a hemostatic patch. While he was tidying up, Xie Zhenshu was very quiet.

7-006 blew on him and said, "You're too patient, at least you can hum a few times for me, or I'm afraid you'll die."

Xie Zhenshu fell on deaf ears, his face was pale, he looked like he was asleep, and he became more handsome and cold.

7-006 leaned closer and whispered, "I'm going to beat you."

After finishing speaking, he lightly poked Xie Zhenshu's brow with his finger, it was cold. Xie Zhenshu slowly frowned as if feeling something, but still did not open his eyes.

7-006 got up and walked around the mansion. He went up to the second floor and found a blanket in the bedroom, which was still usable after shaking off the dust.

The layout of this bedroom is simple, except for a hard bed, there is only a hard table left. There is a timer on the table, with a few pieces of toilet paper under it. 7-006 picked up the straw paper, there were words on it, this time the handwriting was very clear.

[Glass phantoms began to seep into my life, I guess this is due to long-term observation experiments. The experimental subject is going crazy, and I'm going crazy too. If I had been given more time, the Doji might have succeeded... but it was too late. 】

7-006 turns the papyrus over and sees some calculations about the doji. He folded the papyrus and put it in his pocket. Then I went to the next door and found an unused electric heater in the empty closet, and it was still working. He took all these things down and gave them to Xie Zhenshu.

Xie Zhenshu's body temperature warmed up, and was illuminated by the faint light of the electric heater. After a while, he woke up. 7-006 was sitting next to him, picking at debris with his combat knife. After a while, he didn't see 7-006 turning his head, so he asked, "What are you doing?"

7-006 turned around and babbled: "Looking for something to eat. You woke up quite quickly, does it hurt?"

Xie Zhenshu looked at 7-066 for a while and said, "...I have chocolate on me."

7-006 nailed the combat dagger to the floor and said, "Really? Why didn't I touch it? Where did you put it?"

Xie Zhen wrote: "Trouser pocket."

7-006 went in, searched with his fingertips, and found two boxes of expired chocolates. Seeing that Xie Zhenshu suddenly turned his face away, he felt strange and asked, "What are you doing? You get angry when you wake up, and I'm fine... your ears are so red , do you have a fever?"

He leaned over, trying to find out.

Xie Zhenshu's throat was slightly slippery, and the itching and numbness crawled from his thigh to his tailbone, and then from the tailbone to his back. He couldn't tell what it was, so he had to drive away the culprit who made it, saying: "Get it and go."

7-006 couldn't see what was wrong with him, and dragged out a suspicious "um—" in a nasal voice, and left his hand from the pocket of Xie Pillow Book, and also from his thigh.

Xie Zhenshu heard 7-006 breaking chocolate, and after a few seconds, he turned around.

7-006 likes to melt the chocolate on the tip of his tongue, his cheeks are slightly bulging, and he doesn't know what he tasted. After staying there for a while, he raised his eyebrows slightly, turned his gaze, and asked Xie Zhenshu: "You want to eat after looking at me for so long?"

Xie Zhenshu said, "I won't eat."

7-006 said: "No, it's not fair, it's expired, if you don't eat it, you can only poison me to death."

After he finished speaking, he stuffed the other half into Xie Zhenshu's mouth. Xie Zhenshu bit the chocolate between his teeth, remembering that he had bitten himself between his teeth.

7-006 finished the chocolate, still feeling unfinished. He licked the corner of his lower lip, not worried about the predicament at all, and said: "There is a kind of toffee on the northern line called Big White Cat. I spend tens of thousands of yuan every two months to find someone to bring it to me. It's a pity that you are out of luck." Well, this time I won’t be able to eat it.”

Xie Zhenshu said: "...um."

His appetite is as dull as his desire for material things, and he has neither his favorite nor his dislike. The energy bar given by the training ground is the most hungry thing, and it is the most in Xie Zhenshu's reserve box. He won't spend a lot of time on toffee like 7-006.

He rarely satisfies himself.

In this cold late night, they were covered with a blanket, thinking about each other, sitting side by side. 7-006 stretched his face to fall asleep, and was about to chat with Xie Zhenshu again, when he suddenly heard the sound of a car outside, followed by the "creaking" sound of stepping on the snow. He lost his sleep, immediately turned off the electric heater, and covered the two of them with a blanket.

The "creaking" sound of stepping on the snow was not one, but two, all the way to the door. The two didn't push the half-closed door right away, they went around the stables first, and checked Ao Yin's wreckage.

"It's broken," one of them said.

7-006 winked at Xie Zhenshu, and made the export type: security.

This voice is the security guard they met in the small town police box!

Another person said: "It's so rotten, I have to write a report to the superiors, explaining that it's those two people who are bad."

7-006 said: "The front desk."

When he spoke, he stuck to Xie Zhenshu's ear, and because he was covered with a blanket, his upper body was almost pressed into Xie Zhenshu's arms. But he still remembered the injury on Xie Zhenshu's back, and he didn't really take advantage of Xie Zhenshu.

Xie Zhenshu's ears were moist and hot, and he smelled the sweetness of chocolate.

There seemed to be old phlegm in the security guard's throat. He coughed from time to time, pulled out the broken I6 submachine gun from the snow, and said, "The gun is also broken. I told you earlier. Ao Yin is stupid and can't use this thing. You I have to give it. Now it’s all right, we’ll lose it together, alas!”

The front desk heard that the security guard wanted to shift the responsibility to himself, and hurriedly said: "Hey, you said it, the tall one is from the combat force in the port area, if you really want to do it, neither of us can hold him down! If he walks out alive , you and I are finished."

The security guard held a shotgun, and he kicked the snow twice with his boots, kicking out Aoyin's parts buried in the snow, and cleared his throat with a "ho", annoyed: "Don't shout! You can see clearly, they are really dead gone?"

The front desk said: "Yes, the eyes on the other end can see clearly, the night travel girl blew herself up."

The security guard said, "Go in and have a look."

7-006 leaned against the blanket and whispered, "You wait."

He lightly pressed Xie Zhenshu's chest, pulled out the combat dagger with his backhand, rolled over deftly, rolled out of the blanket, and left Xie Zhenshu by the coffee table.

The door opened, the front desk probed, glanced at it, and said, "There is no movement!"

The security guard said, "Go inside."

The two seem to be inseparable, they seem to be reluctant partners, and they don't trust each other. The security guard asked the front desk to explore the way, because he regarded the front desk as a stone.

The front desk knew it, but it was a pity that he didn't have a gun, so he had to bite the bullet. He squeezed through the door and said with a forced smile, "What are you afraid of? No one!"

The security guard followed in, acting cautiously. They kicked debris off the road and headed for the basement steps.

The front desk touched the handrail of the stairs, and looked at the darkness underneath, not sure if the person was dead or not, so he didn't want to leave, so he dawdled, and said, "Turn on a flashlight, I'll—"

The little soldier floor lamp rolled over with a "grunt" and startled them. The front desk was unsteady, but the reaction was quick, and he went behind the security guard first.

The security guard shot at Xiaobing's floor lamp, smashing the floor lamp to pieces with a bang. He stepped on Xiaobing's waist, and before he could swear, he heard a strong wind blowing from the side.

The gunshots rang out again.

Xie Zhenshu can't see it, but can only listen to it. Shotguns have an advantage in close-range combat, and the error tolerance rate is still high. If 7-006 misses once, then—

As soon as the blanket was lifted, 7-006 whistled at him, picked him up and left. The front desk and the security guard fell together, unable to see clearly whether they were dead or alive.

7-006 said: "Run! This town is evil, and strange things happened one after another overnight. Two gatekeepers died. If there are two more who can fight, I can only keep you."

Xie Zhenshu said: "Yes."

7-006 couldn't hold back, and said, "This is okay too? Why can you do anything, but you can't!"

Xie Zhenshu asked, "Where are you going?"

7-006 kicked open the gate of the courtyard and said, "Dangdang! You can run anywhere if you have a car! I—"

In the dark night, the red dot flickered, Xie Zhenshu held down 7-006's head, and rolled into a ball with him. The bullet hit the courtyard door with a "bang", making a hole.

Xie Zhenshu pressed the wound on his back to the ground, pulled up 7-006, and said, "There are still people in the car!"

7-006 bent his elbow and smashed the window of the car, squatted down when the opponent fired, and the two "boom bang" bullets were shot in the air. He raised his hand and pulled the door, and swooped, knocking the person staying behind in the car to the other end.

The opponent didn't drop his pistol, and fired again, and the bullets flew into the car. 7-006 picked up his collar and slammed him against the steering wheel. The horn rang five or six times in a row, and the other party fainted.

7-006 opened the door, kicked the person down first, then went around to the other side, and pushed Xie Zhenshu into the car.

There are still people in this hellish place, as evidenced by the row of black and white surveillance screens behind the hotel counter.

7-006 started the car neatly, kicked the accelerator, and drove away.

The snow here is bumpy, the roads are icy and slippery. The car is not equipped with snow chains, it is difficult to drive. The 7-006 was extremely poor in driving skills. After driving for less than ten minutes, it had to hit the wall three times, which made Xie Zhenshu dizzy.

He half bent over and said with difficulty: "I—"

"Hush!" 7-006 was serious and tense, holding the steering wheel like a bomb, "Don't talk to me, this road is broken..."

The body of the car bumped violently, and Xie Zhenshu almost hit the roof of the car. He was breathing heavily, and the wound on his back seemed to be burning.

7-006 forbade him to speak, but he couldn't stop himself, saying: "...Let the southern line do infrastructure construction! We need to get a street lamp? It's a black light..."

Xie Zhenshu said "um", leaning sideways against the car door, his eyelids became heavier and heavier, and the voice of 7-006 was in his head.

"Don't sleep, thank you for the pillow book.

"Hey.

"I really ran away..."

Xie Zhenshu's "um" stopped abruptly, and he began to say "no". I don't know how long it has been bumpy, and he has been on the verge of falling asleep. He tried to pull himself together a few times, but he became unconscious again. In a trance, someone touched his cheek, and someone hugged his waist.

"no…"

Xie Zhenshu held 7-006's fingers, as if this could trap him, tie him up, and prevent him from escaping.